Let me first explain her. She was having impressive size of 36-34-37…………….. Any one can die of her beauty. She was from high class family wi...h unsatisfied sex from her husband due to his busy schedule. She is fair enough to attract anybody. Wearing deep neck Suits. I treated her like a patient with no intention to fuck her. In the evening a got a message at my mobile. I asked who are you but she did not reveal her identity. Only said I know you, you are so cute and like all this. From this I. Jon’s dad began to remove my shirt and I didn’t protest or say a word, I just continued to lean back against his massive chest. I tried not to moan as his big, hairy hands ran up and down my chest, finding my nipples and rubbing them. I wasn’t even watching the screen anymore, I was lost in the way he made my body feel. I was out of breath and felt as if I would pass out when he brushed his fingers along my rock hard, but still clothed cock. He squeezed it through my jeans and I couldn’t. "I wasn't sure you would meet me..." he added cryptically."Why wouldn't I?" I asked puzzled. "It's not like you're married or anything is it?"We both laughed at such a ridiculous idea and the tension dissipated. Chris took my hand and led me into the pub and we talked the evening away, oblivious to the rest of the world and his dog.I was actually shocked to realise, when I sneaked a look at my watch later, to find that three and a half hours had passed without me even noticing. That's how. I pull his head in close, relishing the suckle and squeeze, his face smooth from recent shave. Deeply I inhale his scent as I run my fingers through his thick dark hair, musk and sea all seductively merged into a single divine fragrance. I lift his shirt clear, toss it aside and take in the beauty of this mans chest, sparsely haired and firm from hard labor, tanned a deep bronze. He gasps in response to my squeezing his nipples, sensitive to the touch he involuntarily presses his hardened cock.